What are the Translations from Jorthus?
Somewhere, beyond sight but not beyond imagination, even now lie worlds so like our own in shape and character. It’s possible. In a universe made up of infinite possibilities, anything could be out there just past our fingertips…waiting for us to find it.
Close your eyes…hear the symphony of space…open the door…and step through your consciousness into a world that breathes. Where Dragons sleep, the forests are dark and guarded, and toadstool rings are something to be avoided if you value your life. A world propelled by the Majiks that flow from one being to the next…through one planet to another. It is a link in the Great Web of Life that connects us all.
Let the music call you, let the sounds translate to words…
Come, my friends, to JORTHUS.
This is a tale that will give a peek inside the world of Jorthus. It follows the paths of a reclusive spellsinger named Lylith, and a young faery being (called a Faerlin) named Keinigan.
They, along with others they meet on the way, find themselves on a quest of an illicit nature that could be construed by some as a rescue mission.
A mystical gemstone, called the Dawnstone, is crying for help and only those in tune with the Majiks that flow through Jorthus can hear it. Lylith is drawn by it, though she is unaware of the true reason she can hear it when others cannot.
Lylith is fascinated by learning and with each new encounter outside her lonely tower, she discovers more and more about the world around her. The good and the bad of it.
Having grown up using the Majiks in her everyday life, she takes them for granted and is bewildered at the fact that not everyone uses them, or even believes in them. Spellsongs are as natural as breathing to her.
To Keinigan, stealing is as natural as breathing. He is placed on his path to the Dawnstone by a different means. His life has taken a downward spiral and he finds himself having to cooperate with people who he would ordinarily have avoided, and facing many discomforts that he wishes to avoid.
But, through it they find common bonds and friendships, and for Lylith, a new desire.
Almost a year has passed since Lylith sought the Dawnstone and many emotions are still too fresh for her to govern. So, she takes solace in the only thing that she truly understands…her study of the Majiks.
As she opens her home to a new friend, a mage named Master Calbraum, she learns of secrets and powers hidden in her own home. A Door sits in her tower, unused, forgotten. It opens pathways to other places, other worlds, and even other dimensions.
Her natural curiosity cannot be stifled. She uses the creation to learn about creatures in other places. Her new ambition to chronicle the myriad planes of space has one draw back…an open door is an invitation to those seeking a way into her world of Jorthus. And not all are welcome.
In his own corner of life, Keinigan finds that his troubles aren’t over still. An old friend comes to inform him that the man who sent him to get the Dawnstone still expects him to deliver it. Or else…
As Lylith and Keinigan’s paths are merged once more, they discover strange occurrences happening around them in the lands of Myretrae, seemingly by happenstance. Devastating attacks by unknown creatures are terrifying the villages and driving desperate people to congregate in a place of certain safety: the Great Caulderon. A flux in the Majiks creates its own river of fear in the spellsingers of Jorthus as her sister-worlds, Gerellus and Quorrelles, draw close.
An alignment of planets is approaching. What that will mean for the Majiks and the future of Jorthus, no one truly knows.
Jorthus is in danger from without and from within. No soul is safe, and a tepid alliance is formed to save the lands from a vicious enemy bent on destruction as earthquakes increase to alert the heroes of troubles unseen.
Celestial orbits are causing havoc, disrupting the flow of Jorthus’ energies. The Queen of Atollis issues conditions for her cooperation in the battle against the bloodthirsty creatures ravaging the countryside. Lylith and her new companions must find the source and the cause of this army to eliminate them.
Things are not always what they seem, she discovers, as the need to travel to the sister-world becomes inevitable.
The races of Jorthus place their hopes of survival in the hands of the most unlikely of heroes…
And Lylith must face her most disruptive opponent– her unrelenting attraction to her former lover.
Now, a race against time begins as the shattering shadow of death flows from one city to the next, ripping the ground apart and slaughtering people from the skies. The ancient enemies of the faerlins may have survived on another planet, but their very presence on Jorthus threatens everything.
All the inhabitants of Jorthus, scaled, furred, skinned, and otherwise must band together against the ancient enemies to stop them.
Lylith must gather the Majiks into the Dawnstone for one urgent attempt at salvation: A spell of Oblivion that will connect all three worlds.
The only problem is whom she needs to call together in order to cast the spellsong.
Years after the Oblivion spell, Lylith hears a new song of despair. Very weak, almost inaudible through the Dawnstone. The voice of the smallest sister-world, Gerellus, is fading. Soon, it will be no more.
The flows of Majik from Jorthus have been erratic and weak as she mourns her sisters. The precious life-line communication between planets will be lost. If their world is to regain its glory, Lylith, Keinigan, and their companions must follow a bloodlink to a new and strange planet of tall buildings and technology. A world far unlike their own.
There lies the answer to the survival of Gerellus and Jorthus both. And a new threat: The Institution.
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